Chapter 83： (1/2)

Zheng Feiyu accidentally got stuck, and it took a while to spit out the words: "Talk about the past, talk about the year you left Yuanjiang, talk about ... why are you willing to come home with me."

When he said these words, he especially wanted to hold He An's hand.

When he was young, Yan Ning asked him to talk with his knees, and he always liked to hold his hand. Yan Ning once taught him that if a word carried a lot of emotions, he could only say seven or eight points from his mouth, sincerely, the remaining two or three points must be obtained by the heat of the palm and the touch of his fingers. Stroking can penetrate the barrier and pass into the other person's heart intact.

He hoped that He An understood his heart.

But He An doesn't drink hot cocoa, he hides his hands under the table, he can't hold it, can't hold it, it's not practical, even if there are thousands of words, he dare not speak. I was afraid to say something and analyze most of the loss of the liver. Instead, he left a few unrelated words, which made He An lightly evaluate his mind.

He had done too much **** to He An, a crime, a muddle of mud, and his heart was wrapped up in a rigorous manner. Now I want to show my heart to He An, but the mud is so tightly sealed that I can't see a crack.

"He An, talk, I want to hear you speak." Zheng Fei said dumbly, "You can blame me, you can scold me, talk."

He An looked at him, and raised his lips and smiled.

Hida, what happened to you?

This is nothing like you.

More than a year has passed since early autumn of last year and late winter of this year, and they once again sat opposite each other, still having a cup of hot cocoa on the table.

To be honest, on the appearance and temperament alone, Zheng Feizhen is still He's favorite: shirts are always straight and flat, cuffs are always spotless, shoulders are wide, straight back, a pair of sword eyebrows are as sharp as blades, handsome and hard, with deep eyes .

Maybe he has been tortured by spouse for a long time, his eyebrows are sharp and tired, and there is a touch of love that can't be understood.

Where does this love come from?

If, last year, Zheng Feiyan looked at with such eyes, He An was afraid that his heart would melt and his soul would tremble. But now, he can face the wave without thinking, while thinking about the true or false of this "love".

He's still the same, he's never changed, has he?

His ugly looks, uneducated qualifications, and low-paid jobs ... The only difference is that even the only health is lost. In the past, He An could still have occasional dreams. Now, even he admits that he is really not worthy of Zheng Fei.

So Alpha, who was sneered at him a year ago, is there any reason to suddenly fall in love with him today?

He An is not a child. He has been happy for a long time and always loves naive dreams.